Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six strokes per minute... it wasn't working. The rowing machine remained implacable and emotionless. I couldn't outrow the fear.
The doctor was having none of it.
"You're heart is beating too fast."
Confirmed shortly thereafter by the triage nurse at the hospital where I was sent.
Too much uncertainty? Too much news? Or my husband's 1st April biopsy for prostate cancer that was no April Fool's.
We were far from family when I was diagnosed with cancer in France.
Cancer, why can't you just stay the #$% away from my family?And, to present during yet another time of family distance...cruel.
Sorry to hear this. Sending hugs. xo
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear of these health issues. Sending positive healing thoughts your way. Will count on Australia's good doctors to work their magic.
ReplyDeleteWords fail at times like these. So unfair. At least you are now back home where you can get the best treatment. My thoughts are with you. xxx
ReplyDeleteOh dear. Sorry to hear this news. Wishing you much strength to get through it with your husband. Caught early, prostate cancer is one of the better prognoses. Heartfelt wishes for a speedy recovery! 🤞
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